It's A Bold Mouse That Nestles In

God's Breath In Man Returning To His Birth, The Soul In Paraphrase, Heart In Pilgrimage.

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

A Dwarfe On A Gyants Shoulder Sees Further Of The Two. [a Dwarf On A Giant's Shoulder Sees Farther Of The Two.